My ambrosia.
My Ambrosia. Those eyes, your moving feet.You stole my heart and my soul.And I asked you.Baby, my love , my darling.What do you need?I would steal the moon and the stars to make… Continue reading
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Don’t explain dear lover.
Don’t explain dear lover… He waited for a miracle, and he wrote upon a blank sheet of paper. “I found a miracle; I have found you again. I told you yesterday. I want… Continue reading
The lost and found.
The lost and found A Poem by Coyote PoetryWhen love is misplaced. hard to find again. The lost and found…. I loved the Monterey nights. I would walk from Fort Ord, California to… Continue reading
You, secrets, falling and wants.
1- YouYou make me want things I cannot have.Your sweet words making me wish for placeswere I can be free and wild.Knowing no control and swimming in your eyes. 2- SecretsI want… Continue reading
Black as the night. Part three.
Black as the night.. I told her. Everybody knows you have a black heart, and I know more than most. You smell like wildflowers in the early Spring, and you talk so sweet.… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies.
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies… I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.Watching dark eyes… Continue reading
We danced for the sea and we wanted more.
We danced for the sea, and we prayed to the Goddess of the sea for more. I call her my honey, I called her dear Jenny and she called me. The mountain who… Continue reading
One more cup of coffee my dearest.
One more cup of coffee my dearest. He made two cups of coffee with a pinch of sugar and light cream. He watched dear Susi working in her garden and he adored her.… Continue reading
You forgave me. Dear Sheena.
You forgave me. Dear Sheena. I remember us. We were something. I chased you till you couldn’t run no-more. I promised you the moon, I promised you a ancient love. Drinking aged wine… Continue reading
Miss you, need you dear Michele.
Miss you, need you… I am drinking alone dear beautiful Michele. Somehow, I forgot where Texas was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a… Continue reading